#nhie fanfiction

[blunderbussmatterhorn]

Bestie which fanfic is this, I'd love to read it, if you could give me its title or link? 🛐

i am so excited to share this one with you (fyi it’s explicit) it is canon in my mind -

[arcturusreads]

Never Have I Ever... Lost at Trivia Night

pairing: devi vishwakumar x ben gross word count: 1425 words request: yes/no prompt/summary: prompt from @comedymommywhore a/n: s4 had the perfect ending for me so please send me some more of your benvi prompts post s4 because I'm so excited to write them

“You know, if this was a trivia night in New York it might actually be challenging”.

Devi rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s comment. “Our past three trivia nights have been somewhere in New York; I think you owe me at least one in New Jersey.”

Monthly date-trivia-nights had become a thing for Ben and Devi since their freshman year had begun. Since they weren’t attending the same college it was a way for them to stay competitive with each other… even if they were on the same team. They’d end keep tabs on who managed to come up with the answer first and whilst they found it fun, most of their team found it just a little too intense and they were often left to be a team of two.

When Devi had signed them both up for the trivia night at Riley’s, a social club only a ten-minute walk for her dorm, she hadn’t even bothered trying to put together a bigger team. Even when the wait staff there had told her that she would need to at least sign up a group of three, Devi argued that everyone would have a much better night if it was just her and Ben on a team and after a small argument, they had finally relented, and Devi had managed to save trivia night for a lot of people.

“If I win this one, then we don’t do a trivia night in New Jersey ever again, deal?”

Devi grabbed his hand as they entered Riley’s and dragged them to a booth at that would give them a little more privacy but was still close enough to the front that they wouldn’t miss a single question. Sure, they were competitive with each other but there was absolutely no way Ben or Devi were going to let any other team beat them. In their three months since starting their tradition, there was yet to be a trivia night that they’d lost.

“I don’t think that’s a fair deal,” Devi slipped off her demin jacket as she sat down, leaving her in a lavender crop top.

Ben couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment, a glazed look in his eyes as he thought that there wasn’t a luckier guy in the world. It didn’t matter how many times he gave her that exact same look, she couldn’t get enough of it. It reminded her of how much he loved her, how secure she was in her relationship with him even if they didn’t get to physically be with each other every day. Nights like this and looks that that were what made her know that all of this was worth it.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” Ben gave her that soft smile that threatened to turn her knees to jelly.

The softness and compliments he had given had been jarring when they’d first gotten together. They would still tease each other at any given opportunity but Ben was more forthcoming with his compliments. His voice would take on a tender, gentle tone that Devi hadn’t been used to. It was something that just seemed to come easy to Ben though but for Devi, it had taken a little longer for her to say things like that so freely. She had no problem texting him those things or saying that he looked smokin’. But the softer compliments that were just randomly thrown out were something that had not come naturally for her at the beginning. Ben never seemed to care though, he knew that Devi didn’t always use her words to show how much she cared but she would do it was through her actions. The way she would send him texts to remind him to hydrate throughout the day, to check that he had eaten, always offering to look through essays for him before he even had a chance to ask her.  

“Yeah, well I had a cute boyfriend to dress up for. I thought I’d forgo the Princeton t-shirt and sweatpants for the night.” She placed a quick kiss on his cheek and Ben wrapped his arm around her, pulling Devi into his side.

“Alright everybody!” A short man in his mid-twenties stood on stage with a glittery jacket and thick rimmed glasses, grinning at tables of teams. “How are we all doing? I’m Del and I’m your host for tonight!” He boomed into the microphone, thinking that he was at a concert in a stadium instead of a small college social club. The big cheesy grin that adorned his face gave the distinct impression that he wasn’t planning on toning it down for the night.

“What the hell have you brought us to?” Ben raised a brow, clearly unimpressed at Del’s hosting skills.

Devi was cringing slightly but didn’t want to admit that this trivia night might just be a bit of a mess. “It’s not that bad. He’s just… very enthusiastic.”

“Suuuuure, Devi.”

She hit Ben’s arm getting him to shut up as Del started the questions for the night. The first section was geography and the couple grinned at each other. The first twenty minutes had gone by fairly uneventful. Del had tried to turn every other sentence into a pun and had nearly tripped into the front three tables but it wasn’t terrible. Neither of them struggled with the questions so far and Devi had just about managed to edge ahead of Ben in their own competition. Even though she may have wrestled the pen out of his hand on a few occasions….

“Okay! And now we’re moving on to music in the 1990s!”

“Ugh!” Ben knew that he was going to lose this one against Devi, she had a weird affinity when it came to 90s music.

“Question one- oh crap! Two seconds everyone!” Del pulled his phone out of his pocket, answering it whilst still on stage.

“Are you actually kidding me?” Ben began to heckle before Devi hit his arm again.

“Will you shut up! People are staring!”

“You didn’t seem to care about them staring when you were draped yourself over me earlier,” Ben smirked.

Devi spluttered, “I did not drape! I was trying to get the pen from you.”

“Sure thing, Devi. How about you just admit that you’re just so insanely attracted to your dashing boyfriend that you couldn’t keep your hands off him.”

Del let out a sob on stage just as Devi opened her mouth to respond. The wailing sound had caught everyone in the room by surprise with all head turned towards the stage again. “I-I’m so sorry guys. But my girlfriend just broke up with me.” He wiped his nose across his sleeve, shoulders shaking slightly. “I don’t get it.”

“One of the many wonders of the world,” Ben muttered into Devi’s ear as she quickly shushed him.

“We were doing so well, I was gonna take her to a yarn museum for our anniversary.”

“Ah yes, the Eiffiel Tower of America.” Ben continued his ongoing commentary.

“I bought us this cute little tandem bike with matching cycling outfits. I thought it would be a good couple bonding exercise, you know? Bring us closer together.” 

“Matching lycra is the way into every girl’s heart. You know I was thinking of doing the same thing for your birthday.”

“And I’d even written songs for her!”

“Don’t go breaking my heart…” Ben started off singing and Devi had to bite down on her lip hard to stop herself from laughing. With Ben not stopping and making his way through the song as Del continued to pour his heart out on stage, Devi grabbed Ben’s hand and dragged him out of the building. The two of them finally burst into laughter as the cool night air hit them.

“You’re terrible, Ben Gross! That poor guy was telling us about his heartbreak!”

“Oh, come on! Even you had to admit it was getting a bit much. Why was he even picking up a call in the middle of trivia night?” Ben stepped towards her with a grin on his face, placing his hands on her hips.

“So, technically I won right? So that means trivia nights in New Jersey as well?” Devi batted her eyelashes at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

 They were interrupted by Del bursting out of the door and running down the street. Ben and Devi looked at him is disbelief before turning back to each other and laughing. “If you promise they’ll always end like this, then sure.”

[toolazytodecide]

Is it weird to say I love your disabled Devi Vishwakumar? Is just I always wonder that part of her story and your fics make such an amazing work showing it while also making Devi still Devi. Thank you for doing this 💜

Thank you so much ❤❤❤ I'm disabled and believe in making it everyone's problem. JK Disabled Devi means so much to me and I'm glad people are enjoying that aspect of my stories bc its honestly so fun to write.

[girllookingoutwindow]

The light through the window makes her feel warm. The piano song is sweet and peaceful. Her chest breaths calmed. Everything feels cozy, like waking up in the morning after a soft dream.

Penelope remembers the first time she entered the house. The smell, their friendship, the kidness of the words she found there. She never knew a home can feel like this.

She figure out that a place in her heart was there waiting for that moment. She felt in love of all of them.

She loves them still. Even when she doesn't have the right words to describe it. Even if sometimes she wasn't able to said it at laud.

She never knew what a home was before that day.

They share it with her because their kindness.

They're so nice and beautiful. They look like a paint. The smiles in their faces make her feel like an stranger. They look so happy together. He looks happy again.

It something there she can't reach. A feeling of being there and not being there really. Like she's watching the scene from outside, like an spectator in a theatre. She doesn't belong there.

The music takes her to another time. Another life, but with the same dream. To have a home, not a house with empty walls and without noises. To be loved. To feel desired.

She always wanted to know how he feels to belong to someone. To a family, specially one like this one.

His smile makes her remember other smiles. The first time he saw this boy smile her heart felt out of her body. Now, she feels she cannot breath. She doesn't want to. She would love to be froze here, in this moment, and never let go.

Now, she feels like she took his smile from him.

A sad and at the same time warm feeling full her chest. This is all she ever wanted, but it's not hers. Maybe was a beautiful dream but she needs to wake up now.

She needs to give up the house of her dreams and to build a new one, a real one. Because it can't be a home if she doesn't belong there.

Even if it's not a perfect house, it will have love and laughs, it will have a family, and it will be hers.

It will be theirs.

[nsain25]

Any Daxton fan who has been severely traumatized after watching S4 please do know that it's alright to cry and scream to your heart's content...

I am saying this with experience

[mollywog]

never have I ever: Barney/Valancy

Hey nonny! Thanks for playing!!

I wrote a tiny fic Lake Glass for the TBC challenge, but if I were going to do it again, maybe a Modern AU?

Valancy is headed into her last year of college - she had delayed starting because her family had fancied her unwell and supposed she would be unable to keep up - it would be a waste.

Now nearly a decade after graduating HS she’s on the precipice of earning her degree. She is naturally shy, commutes from home, and is much older than the other students so she feels out of place

She has a meeting with her faculty advisor, Dr Trent, to discuss class selection for Senior year. He asks about her career aspirations.

Uncle Benjamin had vaguely suggested he would consider hiring her in a low level management position at the supermarket upon completing her bachelors (meanwhile Olive is being preened to take on the business when Uncle Benjamin retires)

Dr Trent is not impressed and the answer even sounds lame even to her own ears. He reminds her she only has one year (of school) left

On her drive home she listens to her favorite podcast where the host, John Foster, calls fear the original sin

Inspired by John Foster’s words, she does the most rebellious thing she can think of - makes a Facebook profile (lol) - there she finds Cissy Gay - an old classmate and single mother who’s in desperate need of help: Her father is on hospice and her young son is home from school for the summer, while Cissy still needs to work.

Valancy offers to move in and care for Cissy’s father and son until school starts

The summer is full of firsts: her first taste of freedom away from her mother, the first time she’s felt her life has a purpose, and the first time she falls in love (with Cissy’s mysterious neighbor Barney Snaith)

Etc. etc. etc.

[tesstuffsblog]

Flirty drunk

L» Pairing: Ben Gross x female reader

Rating: Fluff / flirty drunk/ enemies to lovers

Summary: Lorelai Colombo, 17 years old. She returns to L.A. for her junior year of high school after spending a frivolous summer that everyone knows about. One night she goes to Trent’s party with her friend Devi, she gets drunk…

Taylor Swift is her narrator<3

(this is a chapter form my wattpad fanfic "The story of us", here if you want to read it)

English is not my first language!

Lorelai changed her clothes in hurry before going out

Taylor: "'Escape' come on she literally got out from the window"

She wore a mini white skirt, a simple tank top and some boots. A simple outfit but she felt like herself in it and her makeup is basically the same she was going to wear that night she just added glitter on the eyeshadow.

"Oh, hey what are you doing here?" Trent says opening the door "Did you forget your calculator or something?" he adds

"Did you forget your calculator to something?" he adds, almost as shocked by her presence

"Hi!" Lorelai gives him a little smile waving her hand

"Ohi, you're here too! Lorelai came!" Trent literally yells to someone inside

Funny how three months ago they didn't even consider her.

"Whoa! You came" Paxton peeks out "And you brought California Brittle. This slaps, come in" he adds taking the chocolates. In fact, her mom would never let her show up in someone else's house without something to offer.

Trent's house is a simple American house, but there was an industrial amount of bottles of alcohol everywhere. Lorelai can swear to have seen in that house people never met at school, someone is drinking, others are smoking, others just dance or chat.

Not even the time to get in, that everyone is staring to the girl walking through the front door, certainly Trent didn't help with that.

But who can blame them, Lorelai is beautiful. The clothes are perfectly wrapped around her body and her wavy hair left loose sways around her shoulders as she moves around the room.

"Do you want a drink?" Paxton asks them leading the way

"Oh i need it" Lorelai replies

"Oh yeah beer me. Love that bread soda" Devi says taking a glass in her hands

"Are you already drunk?" Rory the shocked question Rory swallowing the first shot

"No, but that's my purpose for the end of the night"

"I definitely agree with you."

"You're not having one?" Devi asks Paxton that, as a good boy he is, takes a bottle of water

"No. I can't during swim season. You gotta keep the body right, you know."

"Yeah, totally. If i had your body i'd treat it right too."

"Oh my god" Lorelai takes her friend by the arm and drags her away from that awkward situation "We have to perfection your flirting skills, Devi."

"What did i say wrong?"

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Taylor: "Well it didn't take long, apparently Lorelai achieved her goal before Devi because I don't think it's normal to dance like that... no definitely drunk."

"'Sup people! Who wants some 'za?" Ben starts by suddenly entering with a stupid smile on his lips

"Ugh i wish he brought tacos..." Lorelai hears someone saying

"Oh my god, Ben! You brought pizza, i'm so hungry i love you" Rory drags herself towards him slurring her words

"What had gotten into her?"

"Oh well i'll leave her to you. Apparently she tolerates you when she's drunk. Oh wait should i get you a getorade? You seem real thirsty"

Ben scoffs "What are you too doing here?"

"Getting drunk." Rory says not even bothering to consider lying while sitting next to someone on the couch.

That day had been long and your mom never seemed to make it easier, so she wanted a few drinks to feel better.

"Yeah i see that" the boy replies checking her out "Shouldn't you be counting your friends on three fingers?"

"Uh you're the one to talk. How you're even here? These people don't like you." Devi says like it was obvious.

Taylor: "Because it's actually true"

"Yeah, they do. Hey what's up, Trent?" Ben tries to hive five gets brutally ignored "Whatever."

"Devi! Zoe is talking to Paxton" Lorelai points out and Devi immediately swallows half a beer

"Well..." Ben trails off taking one for him and sitting next to Rory "So..." he clears his voice "thank you for helping with that history project by the way"

The girl next to him gives him a little smile and and she is about to drink another shot

"Ehy easy there" Ben takes her glass away "take this" instead offers her a bottle of water but she doesn't bother to drink it

Suddenly she feels a liquid falling on her shirt.

"Ah i'm soo sorry!" it's Zoe who just spilled her drink on Lorelai "Was that marked Chanel?" she asks grinning into her face

Rory stands up and almost slips "Cazzo! That fucking bitch!" but Zoe was already gone

"Hey." Ben stops her "Forget it, it's not worth it." but her face still angered "Come here let's vet you cleaned up" Rory's face softens, it's Zoe what else could she expect...

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"How could she do that! Like...what have i done to her? Ben...are you listening?"

The music makes the floor vibrate as they meander around the hose.

"If you don't shut up right now i'll...i'll call your mother" Ben points her finger at her annoyed after finally finding the bathroom.

"God not her. Oh my..." she trails off watching him casually taking off his sweatshirt. Fortunately he had a t-shirt under it.

"Yeah you wish. Here take this" he offers Rory his sweatshirt

"Thank you" Lorelai thanks him offering him a warm smile "umh can you?"

"Oh-oh yeah sure. I mean obviously" Ben immediately turns around so Lorelai can get changed freely

"I'll give it back to you at school" she turns around, the sweatshirt a bit big for her

"No problem, you can take it"

"Why are you suddenly so..." Rory turns her whole body so now she can face Ben

"So- what?"

"so pretty! you've got such a good 'nd nice smile." she smiles at him widely, studying carefully the boy's face as if it was the first time she saw him

Taylor: "Yeah still drunk"

"Umh..." Ben couldn't help it and Rory is too drunk to notice the blush creeping on the boy's cheeks and ears "Have your eyes always been so...blue?"

"Yeah? I- i think so" Lorelai was flushed from the alcohol and her big brown eyes were the only two things Ben could focus on at the moment

Taylor: "Soo Rory is actually flirty drunk! This is getting interesting"

"Holy shit! There's a coyote on the lawn!" some weird guy yells

Taylor: "Oh come on!"

[harmonizingsunsets]

in the heat of your electric touch

[lifblogs]

Never Have I Ever... Taken a Shower

Fandom: Never Have I Ever Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 2165 Summary: Devi has to take her first shower since her dad died and she lost the use of her legs. READ ON AO3

“Devi, you have to shower.”

Devi had been arguing with her mom about this for five minutes, and she knew her mom was right, but she just couldn’t do it!

How could she do it? She couldn’t use her freakin’ legs!

At this point it had been a few days since Devi had lost the use of her legs in a school swimming pool, of all places, and she hadn’t showered. At first she’d been telling herself it was because there was too much to do. Too many doctors to see, too many mobility aids to get, too much to learn about how her life would be now.

And here she was, looking down the shower like it was her worst enemy, as if this shower had killed her father.

By now her hair was dry and brittle, especially at the ends, even though her cousin Kamala had tried brushing it, spreading the oil around. Now there was too much oil, with the brittleness somehow still existing under it. She was sure she didn’t smell good either. Sure, you could cover up enough with deodorant, and she had this peach-smelling kind that she liked, but now it was just sticky on her skin.

You know, maybe this wasn’t even a big deal. She’d gone through the worst already, right? Kamala had helped her use the toilet now over a dozen times. And aside from her cousin being surprisingly strong, she was kind, and never commented on Devi’s body unless it was perhaps for something necessary to help her.

Devi hated it. She hated all of this.

Why did she have to take a stupid shower? Technology was advancing, right? So why wasn’t there something that could just clean her instantly without her having to take her goddamn clothes off and have her cousin see her naked? It wasn’t like she had a perfect body like Kamala. And even if she did, she didn’t want her seeing it. She didn’t want anyone seeing it!

Her head started coming up with exceptions to that rule, ‘cause, well, Paxton freakin’ existed.

But that didn’t matter!

She crossed her arms, and wished she could cross her legs.

No.

No, she would not do this.

She could just hide in her room for the rest of her life. Yep, sounded like a great idea! Maybe someone could slip food through the door three times a day, and she’d be good. Sure, she’d be living like a prisoner, but wasn’t she already? Her body didn’t want to work, and no one knew why!

“This is stupid,” Devi complained.

Her mom crouched down beside her wheelchair, and Devi wanted to sneer. And not just at her mother. At the whole world.

“Devi, I know this is hard. I know…” Her voice cracked, and she couldn’t go on. Tears welled up in her eyes. A familiar ache grew in Devi’s throat, one that threatened a sob, that threatened a scream, and she turned her face away. She couldn’t do this. If her dad… “I know this is not what we expected in our lives,” her mother went on. “But you’re a brave, brave girl. This is not the worst thing you’ve been through.”

She wanted to complain that it was, but she knew her mother was right. How could showering while needing someone’s help be worse than watching her father die in front of her at a school concert? How could it be worse than her losing the use of her legs in a pool?

Maybe…

“Now, this will be good for you,” her mom went on. “I know your skin must be itchy by now with all the extra oil. Trust me, this will feel nice. Don’t you want to run your hands through your hair without getting oil all over them?”

Again, she wanted to say no, but she knew her mom was right.

“Being clean will feel better, and then we can take care of your skin later. It’s okay… It’s okay to need help.”

“But I wouldn’t need it if…” Devi’s voice ended in a whine, and she hunched in on herself, hugging her stomach which had been hurting for days. It just wouldn’t stop. That pain lived in her, clawing, and dark, and angry, and it beat in her chest, filled her lungs with something stronger than oxygen, had her heart beat with something fiercer than blood. Sometimes Devi wondered what it would look like if someone cut her open. Would it all just be black? Black everywhere? Would it stain everyone’s hands? Would they all finally see how terrible she felt, how terrible she was?

Her mother pressed a hand to her shoulder, a tear falling, and Kamala rubbed at her other shoulder.

Devi inhaled, and told herself she wouldn’t scream on the exhale.

She didn’t. She sighed.

“All right. Thanks… uh, thanks for wanting to help Kamala.”

“It’s my pleasure, Devi.”

Despite her dirty hair, her mom kissed her head, told her “Good job, Kanna,” and left.

Devi wished she could ignore Kamala, but she had to be involved in making sure the water wasn’t too hot, in seeing if she thought the shower chair was in the right spot in the tub.

“Can you… turn away?” Devi asked.

The water was running fiercely now, starting to steam up the bathroom.

“But Devi—”

“I just want to do some of this on my own, okay? And uh, having your cousin stare at you while you take your clothes off is not lit.”

“Okay. I understand, though I do not know what lit means.”

Devi wished she could laugh at her cousin’s ignorance. It might even feel good. But she couldn’t.

Devi took her sweatshirt, her shirt, and her bra off all by herself. She looked down at her fucking useless legs, and tried to will feeling into them, to make them move.

A frustrated groan left her as nothing happened.

It started to turn into a held back scream, and Kamala came up from behind her, wrapping her in a hug, not caring about how Devi looked, or how gross she was from not showering.

She just started to sob, her cousin holding her, and she thought maybe Kamala was crying as well.

Devi didn’t want this moment to exist, didn’t want anyone seeing how much she hurt. But she did, she did hurt! Her dad, her favorite person in the entire world, was gone. And her legs had just decided to stop working. God damn it!

Eventually, shaking, holding back sobs, Kamala helped her out of her leggings, and her underwear.

Devi tried not to look down at herself, tried to just remember the right motions she was taught at the doctor’s as Kamala helped her into the shower chair.

She leaned back into the hot stream of water, and she wanted to cry again, felt tears welling up hot at the corners of her eyes. God, why couldn’t they just stop coming? Hadn’t she run completely dry by now?

She hated to admit how good it felt to wash her hair. Devi loved doing it herself: loved getting it all wet, rubbing the shampoo in till it foamed up so much it was sliding down her neck and shoulders, and nearly over her face. She loved rinsing it out, knowing her hair was clean, loved putting in the conditioner. She washed herself as best she could, Kamala facing away from her for now to give her privacy.

Devi glanced over at her cousin, and she noticed all the tension in her body. There were a few tiny clicks, as if… Wait, was Kamala biting her nails? Since when did she do that? Wasn’t everything about her cousin perfect and stupidly gorgeous?

Before Devi could bring it up, Kamala asked if she needed assistance with her legs.

She did.

Devi pretended that this was just normal and routine, that she wasn’t naked in front of someone, that she wasn’t completely and absolutely vulnerable.

What was worse was that she was helpless.

All she wanted to do was run, and run, but she couldn’t even walk.

Eventually, with lots of towels, and splashing water on the floor, Devi was getting dried up. Her mom had picked out her outfit for her. It was something semi-decent, and not just sweats, but Devi wanted to live in sweats right now. She wanted comfort, security. Sure, she still cared what she looked like (how couldn’t she when she had to live up to the standards of such beautiful women in her family?), but wouldn’t sweats still be good for now?

“I don’t want to wear those,” Devi said, sitting in her wheelchair in a toweling robe.

“All right. I’ll take you to your room, and we can pick something else out.”

“Um… maybe something from mom and dad’s room? Dad had this tennis team sweatshirt that—”

Kamala smiled at her. “I know just the one.”

Devi waited in her room now, brushing her hair, cursing her legs, and feeling so very alone.

Suddenly she was sure someone was touching her hair.

“You look lovely, Kanna.”

She jumped (as much as someone can when their legs don’t work) and twisted in her wheelchair so fast she was sure she pulled a muscle near her left hip.

And there was her dad.

Sitting on her bed, playing with her hair.

Her heart stopped.

Maybe she was already dead. How else was she seeing him?

“D-dad?”

“Who else?”

“You’re—”

“Don’t be silly, I’m right here.”

“But…”

He sighed. “I know, I know. But I’m still here, with you. Isn’t that right?”

“I don’t…”

“I’m sorry about your legs, my sweet girl.”

“My—”

Devi had no idea what to say. This was too much. Had the mortification of Kamala helping her shower been too much and she’d dropped dead in the shower? Had the black in her finally stopped her heart? This… It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

Devi tried to hold in her tears. For some reason, no one had said they were sorry for what had happened to her. No one was sorry about her legs. Instead it was a “tragedy” or something she was faking, or had made up, or it was now everyone else’s problem. But no, it was hers, and no one had said they were sorry.

“Dad.”

Devi began crying in earnest, and it seemed like her dad was holding her.

“Devi? Devi, are you okay?”

Stupid Kamala!

At hearing her words it was like her dad just disappeared. Kamala was standing in the doorway with her dad’s sweatshirt in hand.

Devi didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t use her legs, her dad was dead, but he’d been here, and now at Kamala’s interruption he was gone. He was gone! She’d never see him again, never hear another word from him, never know what he was thinking.

There were two strong women in her house, and yet Devi felt all alone, and trapped in a body that she now despised.

“Get out!” she screamed.

“Devi, what is—?”

“I don’t want you here, okay? I don’t want you to help me shower. I don’t want help getting on the toilet, or wiping my ass. I just want my dad back.”

“I miss him too.”

“Shut up! It’s not fair. It’s not fair! You didn’t know him like I did, he wasn’t your dad. Get out! Just leave me alone!”

Her mom was rushing up the stairs to her room now. “Devi, what is all this?”

Devi held out her hand for the sweatshirt. “Just give me the clothes, and leave me alone!”

Kamala quickly relinquished the sweatshirt, and Devi screamed at anybody who tried to take it from her. Before this she’d been stuck inside herself, filled with a sense of impending doom, a deep despair that silenced her, and now it was coming out, and she couldn’t stop.

Before she knew it she was all alone, hugging her dad’s sweatshirt.

She held it to her nose, and—

He hadn’t worn it since it’d been washed.

It didn’t even smell like him.

Devi hunched in on herself, and cried till she felt sick. She felt like the walls of her room were closing in around her, like this world just wanted to hurt her. Everything was dark, and she couldn’t see a way out of it. And she was so terribly alone.

She thought maybe an hour, or perhaps two hours, had passed before she was truly ready to get dressed.

As Kamala helped her, Devi didn’t say a word. She barely moved.

At dinner that night she only opened her mouth to eat. Not a word came out of her. There were no words for this pain, this humiliation, this loneliness, and she was in AP English, so she knew plenty of words.

Was this her life now?

Devi Vishwakumar wrapped herself in silence, and in a sweatshirt that didn’t even smell like her dead dad.

[lightinnocence]

hi! welcome to my blog!

about me!

name, amy

age, twenty (leo)

likes, taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, brooklyn 99 (and a lot more)

i used to write fanfiction about never had i ever and i would love to get back into it with different fandoms so please send me requests from all sorts of fandoms and I’m sure i can write some (look at the tags at the fandoms i am in!)

ao3: brightinnocence

please stick around! we have fun!

[nikkiruncks]

First chapter of my Aneesa centered fic!

[eyedancer7a]

Here we are 1 day till we see the final season of Never Have I Ever. I'm excited but also so sad that it's ending. I know it's going to be a rough weekend!

It's an amazing show that has brought to the forefront diversity in our society. Numerous cultures and ethnicities are represented in various settings. At the same time making us laugh and think about so much.

NHIE came out when our world was thrown in such uncertainty with COVID. It gave us time to focus on something other than the virus. It made me laugh and smile.

Family and friends are important and crucial especially during those hard times. We learn and rely on each other just like the characters on the show.

I can also say I have made many friends here on Tumblr. We love and support each other and our stan DAXTON. We are open to each other's questions, observations, rants, raves and overall love for this show.

They are even supportive when it comes to writing my first fanfiction. And I have a feeling that we are going to need more DAXTON fics to get it through it all. Yes I promise to finish it for my besties!

Thank you to @infinite-wanders @blunderbussmatterhorn @laurenkoenig07 @astraybrat @justmissg @deviipaaxton143 @a-lockman5 @seeyoumondaydevi @scorpio-smiles @tashas-life and @cupcakesandtv (the Queen of DAXTON FANFICS) for all your love and support through the past 3 years! Wish I had found you guys sooner when Season 1 came out. 😜🤪😉

No matter what happens on June 8, 2023, #DAXTON MOMENTS will be #OURS FOREVER❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🥰🥰🥰

WE LOVE YOU MAITREYI, DARREN, LEE, RAMONA, BEN, JAREN, MEGAN, POORNA, RICHA, RANJITA, NIECY, ADAM, SENDHIL AND JOHN

#CONGRATULATIONS ON AN AMAZING 4 SEASONS🎊👍🎉🙏👏🎊❤️🔥😭😉😜🥰💗😍

And a big thank you to all those who shared these wonderful and beautiful gifs to the Fandom! ❤️🙏❤️

[toolazytodecide]

The final chapter of “Loathing you, Always and forever” has been posted. You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42125520/chapters/108360051

[typingwithmyhandstied]

How did you start you secret Shanghai journey?

I had been recommended it by my friend a while ago at that point. I even checked it out from the library, but it was never the right time.

Then, I was reading R+J in English Class in December 2022. I was really enjoying it, and I was enjoying the people in my class shipping random characters. No one agreed with me on Benvolio x Mercutio because they were all shipping Tybalt x Mercutio and also Mercutio x Romeo. I don't even know. Anyway, I think I actually read TVD in hopes that there would be something between the Benvolio and Mercutio equivalents. I got what I wanted.

I remember sneakily reading it on my Kindle while we were supposed to be watching the really old Romeo and Juliet lmao. I had read R+J the year before already, so I was familiar already. Then, I finished it. I was all like "I'm not going to read this Foul Lady Fortune right away because I'd have to wait." Then, I of course did. I read all of As You Like It in a day over my holiday break, and I finished FLF on New Year's 2023. I of course was also obsessed with Phoebe and Silas instantly which is a bragging point for me. I spent days and days waiting to get the B&N just for TPATS haha.

Then, I obsessed. I wrote some really bad fanfiction. I mostly forgot about it, but it played in the back of my mind. It haunted me until I thought to look on Tumblr (I'd only used it to look at stuff about NHIE before) to see if anyone was talking about it. I saw Lenore talking about it that way, and I got so excited so yeah.

I actually didn't read LVC until August last year which is mildly embarrassing. I just couldn't get into it enough.

Fun fact: my friend who introduced me to it liked it casually, and I think I've scared her. I also convinced her to read FLF, and she didn't like it?

[nsain25]

NHIE S4 Spoiler

*Throws a chair across the glass window and smashes anything that is breakable and screams *

That's it...

[zalrb]

How come you can get through some bad and cringy shows (tsip, tell me lies, perfect couple) but can’t get through others(nhie, slocg, )

TSITP doesn't really count because a lot of that was because anons had been asking and and asking for me to watch it and then engaged in my reviews multiple times a day, like that was more of a community experience on the blog and I could lay out in detail why current teen dramas just don't work for me with examples, specifically Dawson's Creek since it was likened to the show and then we could get into that. Which is also what happens with Bridgerton. When anons asked me to watch that other one, the Walter Boys one, I didn't make it past two episodes because no one was engaging with me so I was like why the hell would I watch TVD fanfiction with horrible acting and no chemistry if no one is talking to me about it.

But NHIE and SLOCG are both Mindy Kaling productions and I think I just have a visceral dislike of whatever her stamp is